Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Tuesday, the calendar day just ended and the subjective day about to end Real Soon Now, was far too long a day. It wasn't supposed to be. I woke up a little too early, felt a little off because of that and my sense of time was f'ed, but that wouldn't have been a show stopper. I thought I had three rather small tasks to accomplish, but one turned out to be bigger than I'd thought, one inexplicably took longer than it should have, and email I got during the day added three more to the list. By the time I got to 16:00, I felt like I'd already had a looong day, and I still had more to do and rehearsal to get to.

I got to rehearsal late. I handed off contact sheets a few weeks overdue. I handed the PITA Win98 box back to its owner. I had trouble remembering the chords to a few tunes. I got distracted by an interruption while silmaril was describing something interesting to me.

Earlier I was a neglectful cat-owner. Perrine kept telling me to chase her, but I insisted I was too busy and too tired to do more than try to grab her when she was within a couple feet of me. Poor, neglected kitty. OTOH, I did sit at the computer an extra twenty minutes because she was asleep on my lap and I didn't have the heart to wake her up.

In another couple weeks, I am going to be very seriously screwed, money-wise. Time hasn't run out, so hope exists, but I'm not seeing a lot of possible escapes.

Driving home Monday night, I gradually realized just how tired I was because I repeatedly noticed how badly my reaction time sucked. Made me really glad I allow a healthy following distance -- no close calls despite my poor performance, and lack of tailgating is the reason for that. Still, it would've been better to realize it before I was halfway up I95.

And apparently, I am a grammar god:

By the time I finished I was certain I was going to get a lesser ranking than that, despite my love of the English language. I wonder what the threshold score is for that ranking (and if, as I suspect, that result doesn't necessarily indicate a perfect score, I'd like to know which ones I got wrong, if any). I'm glad I went with my gut instead of overthinking my responses. And I'm pretty sure my mother could still find fault with my grammar (which is, at least in this case, more a comment on her own mastery and high standards than a sneaky way to say she can be critical ... she's also the toughest opponent I've played Scrabble against, BTW).

Yeah, I know, not the most meaningful test of the subject, but an amusing five minutes and an ego-stroking result. *shrug*